Whatever pops in my frazzled head goes up on this wall,,, Not always pretty, but I always strive to be a little interesting and thought provoking
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I do now know those ancient prophesies that foretold long ago about time acceleration as the years get accumulated which a fresher version of me once scoffed at dismissively as bitter delusions of the elderly are not only painfully true but they are now happening quite rapidly
I can faintly hear those long ago departed ghosts laughing at my past naïveté
Ahhh the arrogance of youth
Too self absorbed to hear the truth from those who have traversed the same well worn path Now those spirits get the last laugh
So here I be...
Saturated in irony as I am now the crusty relic
Admonishing the text obsessed microchip attention span generation to look up from their hand held existence and savor the many diverse flavors this very finite accelerated timeline has to offer Carpe Diem my friends...
Off in the not to far off distance the end of us relentlessly advances The empire we thought was forever soon to be relegated to memory Our once great and proud legacy corrupted by decadent arrogance When they pick through the ruins of us will the judgment of history be kind? Brought down not by a mighty army but by a spiritual force we could not crush The surge began many years before in a remote region of the empire A preacher who claimed to be king was executed for his treason We thought that was the end of him We believed we had buried his dream How ironic that this prince of peace would take down our war machine Now we find our glory receding while the legend of this man grows They call him the Son of God They say he died for our sins Does he forgive our part in his drama? Is it possible to love your executioners? Maybe if we had not killed the messenger We wouldn’t be in our current predicament
Went to the redemption center to drop off my pile of regrets The long haired hippie behind the counter asked me if needed a little help I insisted I could handle the load myself being the proudly independent type He seemed a tad put off by my refusal with a look of profound disappointment So he gently asked me again if I needed him “Jesus Christ!” I said, “Please leave me be!” With that he bowed his head and proclaimed “Thou knowth who I be and yet ye reject me?” Then he faded transparent and vanished and my dark soul filled with white light The redemption center is now my cathedral where I gladly seek the support I once spurned In our lonely little world of isolation We need all the crutches we can find
Beneath the stain glass canopy the holy types do say in their pious sanctimonious way that Jesus died for our sins Twas a real bloody show He then rose from the dead miraculously It was in all the papers but seriously ... Who asked him to take the rise and fall for Daddy's flawed creation? It wasn't us for sure and to complicate matters the prophets constantly say in their ominous dire way the sequel when he returns at the precipice of the Apocalypse to save the day will be even more spectacular than the first act What the Hell? We flawed beings (historically a constantly disappointing species) need to take ownership of our self generated transgressions Deal with the consequences We gotta carry that damn cross our various sins crafted Do not depend on a bail out of divine intervention Stand on our own two feet and not be so reliant on a power out there that for all we know may no longer care
From out of the wasteland the straggly stranger wandered in Dressed like a homeless person, he had quite an entourage with him Preached about spiritual salvation, Spoke of a kingdom we could not see At first he seemed quite harmless til his words threatened our authority So we did what we always do with rebels had him arrested and inflicted with much pain When we demanded he recant his treason he very calmly refused to play our power game Leaving us no choice but the death penalty that scary deterrent thing we do so well Thank God that whole mess has been laid to rest Just another little cult threat we had to dispel Soon to be forgotten by the desperate rabble forever chasing flavor of the month messiahs
Pounding the keys again Peck..Peck..Peck Letting life's frustrations fly off my fingertips onto the serene screen Tonight my thoughts exceed the speed of my compromised connection The horror of being frozen out Locked up by heartless tech Words now bottle necking inside my clogged hour glass Oh to have a paper and pen! but stolen office supplies long ago were all utilized and never replenished No need for such relics Or so I thought when I purchased this pricey device I shake rattle and roll my accursed hardware Bad idea Skull and crossbones appear on my solid blue screen Fatal error This is the final proclamation The red power eye grows dim Signaling the end of our relationship All my brain wave residue I had deposited on a chip the size of a gnat now terminally dead Gone to that place in the clouds where data angels reside Time to start over again as I scour my existence for parchment and quill pen
On impact I was broken busted and splattered by it all
A shattered shell of former glory
My charred ass now scattered across mass media
Search parties were dispatched earning time and a half scoured my impact crater for answers to questions no one was asking
Experts on me who I had never met previously proclaimed definitively what a hot steamy mess was I Theologians clad in somber black decried my complete lack of morality
My story saturated and dominated two and a half news cycles til a former child star crashed her sports car while giving a hand job to a respected Senator old enough to be her father
This fresh cultural diversion effectively turned off my freak show spot light
Happily back in anonymity I picked up as many pieces of me as I could find
Did my best reassembly purely from memory
After a week in rehab (with that former child star coincidentally)
I am now reborn
Totally semi rehabilitated
Wrote a best selling book eventually
Now I'm doing a tell all gut spilling tour as I rake in the bucks sharing my sordid past flaws with my downtrodden fans who now view me as some sort of warped role model and all the while I wonder while regaling the paying customers why I did not think of this redemption act before?
Down we tumbled through the false bottom trap door we forgot was there Thought we were part of a magic show til we realized that these illusions we relied on were easily exposed to those paying attention Our hidden wires we believed to be concealed were readily revealed for all to see Boos rained down derisively Skeptics from the Peanut Gallery screamed rude obscenities Then the mirror shattered and while we were picking up the pieces of our wrecked performance that damn rabbit ran off with our hat!!
I met the anti Christ in a dream state or maybe twas just a premonition So hard to tell these days Anyway... the devil in my head inquired if I wanted to play for his team since I have quite the impressive sin resume (his words, not mine) I take no pride in my debauchery but I won't run from it either Anyway... Terms of the infernal contract were laid out on a cluttered table My eternal soul for a case of beer Back and forth we negotiate (since that's what con men do) I propose a bag of corn chips as a throw in addition (cause they go so heavenly with brew) Louie reminded me of my low salt diet restrictions and counters with a personalized brass mug You see... I've always struggled with loose temptation (being the undisputed master of absolution rationalization) but this time my conscience declined the deal of a lifetime Going to hold out for the angels of my better nature to make me a counter offer and bargain hard for my eternal salvation
